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[aid] => mick
[title] => More On Fruit
[time] => 2004-07-12 22:01:53
[hometext] => The title can also be read Moron Fruit if you're in a really bad mood
[bodytext] => She spent the next lifetime trying to explain. He had asked for it, picked her right off the tree. Let me see it, he said, and then bit in, only she was the one left bleeding. It is this way in any garden, any eventual paradise tainted by the leaving and lies we tell ourselves to move on. The serpent never was such a big deal. It was hunger she answered. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 52 [informant] => oldernotwiser [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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